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were it not for that singular smell
tell me less or tell me more
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
i've won the race
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
for these white arms about my neck
the old west, the old time
weak-winged is song
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
she said
bring me soft song
did you ever see an alligator
night was black and drear

 



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